[LYRICS] I stood on the sidelines
And watched you struggle for so long
I never knew quite what to do
You held that bottle so close to you
Your alcoholic brew
[POEM] I was five years old or thereabouts.
And I heard the shouts.
Piercing the darkness of my room.
It was you and mommy too.
Why is this my earliest memory of you?
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